Another year of spring prose.

I haven't come for a few days, and all the banyan trees by the river have grown new leaves, which are light green and full of vitality; Kapok, bauhinia, Huang Fengling and bougainvillea are in full bloom, covered with red, pink, white and yellow trees. From a distance, they are like an oil painting, with patchy colors and proper tones. After living here for more than four years, it seems that I have never tasted such beautiful spring scenery like this. Today, spring remains the same, and everything is different-

About five years ago, my husband and I didn't have our own house, and we always rented a staircase room of 50 square meters on the eighth floor. After I got pregnant, my mother came from my hometown to take care of me. In my hometown, my father is responsible for all shopping and cooking, my mother is only responsible for cleaning, and I play by myself the rest of the time. After my mother came, I hardly worried about chores such as buying food, cooking, washing clothes and mopping the floor except going to work. Every day before I go out to work, my mother will prepare the whole grain pulp for me; When I came home from work, my mother had prepared delicious food and soup. She often said that she had to eat and drink enough during pregnancy to have a baby. Whether my mother is right or not, I always feel full of concern when my mother is around, and the panic of a novice pregnant mother hardly bothers me. My mother has severe knee arthritis, and climbing upstairs and downstairs to buy food every day is even worse for her knees. Near the due date, my mother accompanied me to climb up and down ten stairs at a time, because I was worried that I would fall and be exhausted. ...

When the baby was one and a half years old, our family moved into a new elevator room and had our own home. There are parks, rivers, greenways and community fitness facilities near my home ... My mother is an athletic person. She doesn't exercise or walk every morning and evening, and occasionally goes to square dance. Because of sports, my mother knows many aunts in the community, often talking and laughing together and buying cheap clothes or meat dishes. Mom said that her daily schedule is full, with three meals a day in the kitchen, going to the market to buy food, cleaning at home and taking the baby for a walk in the park ... She is very busy and has little leisure time. I think with the steady increase of my husband and I's income, my mother can enjoy her old age. When she is tired, she can order takeout and hire hourly workers to reduce her physical burden. But my mother is a good worker, and even more reluctant to do what I can, I have to pay someone to do it for me. No matter how much I persuade her, I have to rely on her. My mother often tells me where the new farmer's market is opened, where there are specialties and where the meat dishes are delicious, and then I drag the shopping trailer with her to buy them on weekends. Sometimes I buy too much, and the trailer can't hold it, so I have to use a portable one. She always insisted on carrying the heavy ones herself and told me to carry the light ones, and kept saying that I couldn't have any more osteitis in my right leg.

However, just when I was immersed in warm maternal love and thought I could stay with my mother for a long time, my mother broke out with cerebral hemorrhage without warning, leaving me with hemiplegia. After being treated in the hospital for 15 days, I still couldn't escape the black hand of the disease and left me forever. At the moment when the doctor gave me the death notice, my mind went blank, tears poured like a flood without brakes, and I collapsed to the ground and lost my voice! For a long time, every night, my mind will always reflect my mother's face over and over again. Sometimes she falls asleep peacefully, and sometimes she yells at me fiercely, "Mom is dead, you should live well!" "I struggled to wake up and found that the pillow towel had been soaked with tears; Every time I walk on the road with my mother, I always see her figure. I was in a hurry, and she left in a hurry, so I couldn't catch up. Every time I come home from work, I always feel that my mother will wait for me at home. When I came back, I could see her voice and smile, only to find that everyone was gone. ...

-"Mom, wait for me!" A little girl of about four years old, shoulder-length and with a fleshy face, cried to the adults who walked in front while running, pulling me back from my memories to reality. Walking slowly along the riverside, a flower, a tree, a grass, a tree, a stone and a chair all seem to have traces of my mother. The past is vivid in my mind, as if it was yesterday, leaving traces in my heart. A gust of wind blows, and English is colorful. My mother whispered "Hello, my mother is happy" in my ear, and tears could not help falling. My mother's kindness to me can never be repaid in my life. Now I have no chance to do more for her and do better for her in my life. In the next life, I pray to God that my mother and I will be mother and daughter again. I will be my mother and her daughter, and I will give her all my love and the best things I can get. Looking up, the sun passed through a bauhinia tree and caressed me like a pair of gentle hands. Mom, I wish you all the best in heaven, and I will live well.